Alec looked up at him, groaning a little. When they were home, he'd imagined Jace, sometimes. He'd tried not to, but even Alec couldn't entirely and completely control his thoughts. But it'd been distant, even then. Thoughts of seeing him naked, of kissing him. Alec hadn't been able to imagine more without feeling sick about himself. And then here he'd thought of people he could have, not the one he still shouldn't have wanted to.

He just somehow hadn't really pictured it in the time since Jace got here, and he wasn't ready for just how Jace would look like that, what it'd be like to have him heavy on his tongue and hard in his mouth and know how close he was, and that it was Alec who got him that way.

Alec pulled off of him again. "You can come," he told Jace, leaning up and steal a fast, hard kiss before curling over his cock again, swallowing him down as deeply as he could and working him as best he knew how, hand on his hip to hold Jace still there, so Alec didn't ruin this by choking.